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It was August of 1981. Kelly had returned to start her senior year of university. At one of the buildings where she was wrapping up registration, a sheet of paper hanging on the job bulletin board caught her eye. It said something to the effect of ?Urgent - Nude Models Needed? and then had all of the legitimate-looking contact information for a professor at a nearby college. And that college wasn?t affiliated with her university. That was what really got her attention.*Kelly paid her own way through school, which meant she had to work and was always just barely scraping by. The $10 hourly rate listed on the flyer was nearly triple the minimum wage, so she tore off one of the strips with the professor?s contact info.*As she walked home, her mind was playing out a million scenarios of what the job could be. She wandered along everything from a sterile, almost medical setting, to a full-on orgy with the students. She had to admit to herself that she could be good with pretty much any scenario she could come up with, so it seemed best to call the phone number and get some facts.*A secretary answered the phone and passed her to the professor. Already she was satisfied that the gig seemed legitimate and not just a janky front for making pornos or something. The male professor very professionally gave a quick overview of the requirements. The line that stuck in her mind was ?fully nude, viewed from all angles.?*He offered, if she had interest, that she could meet with him at his office. Kelly had nothing planned for the rest of her day, so she offered to meet in thirty minutes. ?No, not at all,? was his response to her asking if there was any particular way she should dress.*As Kelly rode her bicycle to her first class where she would be the naked focus of attention, her mind played back how quickly it had all happened. He needed a Tuesday and Thursday afternoon model. She didn?t have any class conflicts during those times. He explained the work in such a comforting and professional way that she was convinced it was something she could do. And she had a real need to earn some cash. Less than a week after their initial meeting, she was reporting for work.*She arrived a few minutes before that class was to begin. The professor greeted her and showed her to the small alcove room between his office and the classroom. He offered her a sheet to cover with until she?d taken her pose on the platform in the middle of the classroom, which was actually an art studio filled with easels.*She was breathing fast and her heart was racing when she heard the gentle tap on the door. Just before she stepped up onto the platform the professor explained the pose to her. She dropped the sheet, ascended the platform, and took her pose. She didn?t expect the professor to adjust her hair so that it all flowed over one side of her body.*Kelly had dishwater blonde hair that hadn?t been cut since childhood and hung below her butt to about mid-thigh. The professor seemed most impressed by her hair when they first met. That also helped Kelly be at ease with him as most men she met, or even just walked past, seemed only focused on her 32F boobs.*Kelly knew she had to hold her pose perfectly still for twenty minutes. As her eyes darted around at the students, she had to face her own ?duh? moment. This was a two-hundred-level class. Virtually everyone in the class was younger than she was.*When the twenty minutes was up she had a short break, which she took in the small room, and then another twenty-minute pose. After that class, she had a half-hour break until the next class and then the same two twenty-minute poses. Two classes, each meeting on Tuesdays and Thursdays.*When she stepped out of the small room on Thursday, she?d not bothered with the sheet. It seemed silly to her. And she kind of liked how the looks istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) from the students were a bit different than when she was in a formal pose.*It was when the second nine-week section began that the professor explained that he?d like to move from the more ?classical? poses of the first nine to more casual, informal poses. Kelly described the difference to me as ?before, I had my knees together, now I don?t.?*One pose, in particular, was a real challenge for her. She was sitting, leaning back, her hair cascading off the edge of the platform, her knees apart and raised, her feet flat on the platform. The young man ?right in the line of fire? as she described it was, in Kelly?s words, ?a hunk.?*And for twenty minutes he had a dead-on view into her pussy. Kelly was never burdened/graced (depends on your point of view) with a buttoned-up tiny slit for a pussy. Kelly?s labia majora were full and lived apart from each other. Even her inner lips were always open. In that pose, sitting in his spot, he had an unobstructed view of her inner lips, her clit, the opening of her vagina, you name it. They started the pose as pink. They ended as deep red.*As professional as everyone was, having her slit on display was a turn-on no matter the topic on which she tried to focus. That particular pose was the worst, she could feel her lube streaming out of her twat and running onto her butt and through her butt crack onto the platform.*She tried to make herself feel embarrassed, but she couldn?t overcome how turned on she was. Finally, thankfully, the professor announced time was up for that day?s class. Kelly sat up and the teenager with the perfect view was still staring into her slit and grinning from ear to ear. She watched him stand up and as he used a book bag to try to obscure his raging hard-on.*Kelly had to ask the professor for a cloth to wipe off the platform before the next class. Months later, she?d think back and believe that was the moment when things had changed. She made it through the next class without issue as there was a rather unattractive girl who had the primo viewing spot.*After that class, the professor asked if she had a minute to speak. The first thought that went through her head was that she was getting fired for having become so obviously turned on during the earlier class. As she sat down her mouth opened up. ?I apologize for the situation during the first class. It was a very different pose and I guess I just couldn?t control my body.?*The professor just laughed. ?Nearly all of our male models get an erection at some point. You?re all young students, not professionals, and in front of people your own age. It?s neither surprising nor an issue with us if it?s not with you.?*Kelly relaxed (although she kind of wanted to check out the male models with their hard-ons). But she and the professor had a bit more conversation about how she felt about being looked at and displaying herself. Kelly felt very comfortable with the prof and she admitted that she did have a kind of a kink, in that she found it arousing to display herself to strangers. ?Exhibitionist?? was the word the prof used. She nodded in agreement.*Then he got to his point. He had a group of people that met at his home studio weekly. Some painted, some sketched, some just watched. They hired models there too. It was also clear that he was dancing around as far as what actually was expected. Kelly offered that she had come to trust him and that he could also trust her. She said that she thought she understood that he was talking about something not related to school or her work for him.*She watched the tension melt from his face. He explained that he had never hired models for his home group from people who work in his classrooms, but he just felt something that told him she istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) could be ideal. Kelly scooted her chair closer to his. ?It sounds fun! What do the models get to do??*He explained that they like to make each session different. Sometimes a model is alone, sometimes with a partner. The partner could be male or female, Caucasian, like Kelly, or of a different race. "Activities can go beyond simply posing?"*?Oh my God! Do they fuck??*?Well, yes, sometimes. It varies so much. The people who attend get to submit requests both beforehand and as the night progresses. Everything is completely consensual. No one is ever coerced into anything.?*Kelly pondered for a minute as his response hung in the air. ?Do the artists get to participate??*The prof clearly felt that their conversation had become safe, open, and would remain confidential. ?Yes, at times, some people have been invited to join in physically with either the models or others in the group. Sometimes, they prefer to fuck each other or masturbate without interaction. It?s somewhat difficult to explain as each gathering is so very different from another.?*He continued, ?I think your incredibly beautiful hair will be very much appreciated. And, honestly, the fact that you have no pubic hair will certainly be a curiosity.? He continued to speak with openness explaining that he obviously had no idea how she would look naked when he hired her for the classroom. He was most fascinated by her hair, as he thought that would be a bit of a challenge, artistically, for the students. Yet, the first time he saw her naked, he was stunned at her beauty and ?significant physical attributes.? With the latest poses, he admitted, he was finding it difficult to not have sexual thoughts.*?Do you ever fuck the models? I mean at your home group, not the classroom,? Kelly asked with genuine curiosity (combined with a bit of hopefulness).*The prof reacted by turning beet red. But he could see that she was sincere. ?I have but, and this is important, we?ve never had models that work for me at school, so if you accept this offer, that would be new ground for me to tread.?*?Do you like that I?m shaved??*?It is different. It?s providing a different experience for the students. They usually don?t see a woman?s genitals so clearly in this class. I?ve seen some very different artwork as a result of your sessions.?*?You didn?t really answer my question though??*?Yes, I find it very, very erotic.?*Kelly then asked what, exactly, was the offer on the table? He explained the pay was a flat fifty dollars for each event. She would be expected to stay for at least three hours, later of her own choice. Although the group meets weekly, they try to change things up and models are typically used once per month for several months. The prof turned red again and started to dance around.*?I get it. I don?t work during my period.? The look on his face thanked her for pulling him out of that one. Kelly was thrilled that she was generally on a weekend schedule and didn?t have to skip any of his classes.*Kelly asked when she could start? He explained that they had the upcoming Friday arranged, but they would hire her for the following week. In her excitement, Kelly jumped up from her chair, leaned onto him, and hugged him. She had been sitting there the entire time covered by her sheet, which fell as she jumped up.*Kelly was the aggressor. She nuzzled into his neck and used her hot breath on him. Bending over for the hug was awkward so she casually climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling him. He started to gently kiss her as she was kissing him. Kelly slowly sat up, putting her huge mounds in front of his face. He kissed and nibbled his way, ever so slowly, to her nipples. When he finally fulfilled her and forcefully sucked a nipple travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) into her mouth, Kelly shuddered and came close to having an orgasm. Kelly loved how hard and red his mouth made her, up to that moment, pink nipples.*As the prof attacked her tits, Kelly used her hips to maneuver her hard-on locator over his lap. Once located, she dropped her wet cunt onto the lump and rubbed it through his jeans. They kept up their highly charged assault on each other. They were both moaning. Their eyes locked and their mouths followed a moment later. It was a challenge to see who could get their tongue the deepest down the other?s throat.*The prof used one hand to take up the work his mouth had been doing on her nipples and his other slipped to her cunt. Finding a soaking wet cunt inviting him in, two fingers took up a solid cunt-fucking. Kelly broke the kiss just long enough to pant, ?like that shaved pussy??*?Fuck, yes I do,? he moaned back.*He quickly fingered Kelly to an orgasm and didn?t let up for a second. Another couple of minutes later, Kelly bolted upright on his lap and let out a too-loud ?Fuck!? His hand couldn?t cover her mouth quick enough, but he suppressed at least the back half of her exclamation.*Kelly jump off of his lap and attacked the fly of his jeans. The moment she had freed enough cock to mount, she was on him. He wrestled to get his jeans open and out of the way so that her ass was slamming onto his bare flesh and not his pants.*Kelly slammed her butt up and down on his dick at a furious pace to get herself off. It didn?t take long and she rocked out another huge cum, spraying his balls with a thorough coating of her lady juice. His eyes wide, he blurted: ?You?re a squirter??*With nothing but the pure devil on her face, Kelly replied, ?only when I?m fucking a good cock??*?Shit, I?m gonna cum.?*?Fill my pussy!?*? I? I can?t cum inside you. I can?t.?*Kelly jumped off of his lap onto the floor and lunged her face onto his cock. She parked his seven-inch cock into her throat, nuzzled her nose into his pubes, and used both hands to play with his balls. Moments later he erupted, spewing his lava-hot sperm into her throat. His ass spasmed a couple of times as his cum spurt from his dick.*Kelly pulled her sloppy wet and sticky mouth from his cock and then licked his cum from her lips and then licked her own cum from his balls and groin. She stopped herself and closely checked out his balls. She realized that by a wide margin the prof had the most oversized sack she?d ever seen. His cock let loose with a few last dribbles which she licked up. Satisfied that he was cleaned up, she sat up and smashed her cum-flavored mouth onto his and tried to lick his balls again, but from the inside.*He had beads of sweat on his forehead. Kelly climbed off and he stood up. He tugged his jeans up and put his cock away. Kelly turned to go into the adjacent alcove, where her clothes were, to get dressed. Then she stopped and turned over her shoulder and said ?That was fun! I hope we can do more of that.?*Kelly arrived at the prof?s house exactly at seven-thirty p.m. His studio was on the third floor of his old, fairly beat-up, Victorian home. He had a dressing screen set up. She stepped behind and stripped. The prof came to check on her but also stepped behind the screen to ogle her body. Kelly wrapped her arms around his neck and lightly kissed him while his hand rubbed her freshly-shaved-only-minutes-ago mound. What was hanging up behind the screen couldn?t be described as any sort of clothing, just different types of cloth she could use to drape over herself as she modeled.*Everyone else settled into the studio at eight p.m. sharp. Kelly peeked out and counted ten people with five men, six counting the prof. He invited her out and she was draped in a long piece of see-through muslin. The ?platform? was just a king-size bed. The prof directed Kelly through a series of poses, each lasting about twenty minutes, just like school. She went through a half-dozen poses over the next two hours, each using the muslin wrapped in different ways.